A Monday Night.

With age comes self-doubt. With age comes the responsibility of fulfilling other’s dreams. “Other’s dreams” do not necessarily mean the dreams forced upon by the people around us but the dreams that we think are ours but are actually just an imitation of what other’s wanted for themselves. Of being a part of the herd. Because everyone else wants it so maybe I want it too.
We waste too much of our lives figuring out what our priorities should have been from the very start. And then there is regret. Of not starting soon enough. And then we die. In starvation. Of the wish to live more. To love more. To cherish emotions more. To express more.

A Monday Night.

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